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[bottom boys chat]
modelstatus: hey bois
hopefulsprite: hey
modelstatus: WHY ARE YOU STILL IN THIS CHAT
modelstatus: JIMIN
cuddlymochi: AAHHH
[cuddlymochi removed hopefulsprite from the chat]
cuddlymochi: BE GONE SPY
taetae: THAT WAS CLOSE
[ice cream gays]
hopefulsprite: that was rude
cuddlymochi: spying on us was rude
taetae: ^
[bottom boys chat]
modelstatus: anyway
modelstatus: namjoon's taking me out tonight~
mdoelstatus: he wants to make up for the sunhae date lol
taetae: awwww
cuddlymochi: cute!!
cuddlymochi: whatcha wearing?
modelstatus:
modelstatus: should i keep the glasses on?
modelstatus: can't decide
taetae: YES
taetae: SO CHIC I LOVE IT
cuddlymochi: SLAYYYYY
modelstatus: OKAY~
[sleepysuga, hopefulsprite, lovebugjoon chat]
[lovebugjoon named the chat wannabe rappers]
lovebugjoon: figured we should name this by now
sleepysuga: wow rude
sleepysuga: true but rude
hopefulsprite: we're not wannabes wtf
hopefulsprite: i mean
lovebugjoon: anyway
lovebugjoon:
lovebugjoon: is this okay or is the hat too much
hopefulsprite: nah its good
hopefulsprite: u look hot
sleepysuga: ^
lovebugjoon: cool thanks
lovebugjoon: here's hoping i don't fuck it up this time!!!
sleepysuga: last time wasn't your fault though
lovebugjoon: eh but still
lovebugjoon: i'm gonna make sure this date is perfect!
hopefulsprite: you got this
sleepysuga: hope u fail
lovebugjoon: hoseok i love you
lovebugjoon: yoongi why don't you love me
sleepysuga: you called me a wannabe rapper
lovebugjoon: sigh
All was going smoothly, finally. Namjoon and Seokjin had made it through an enjoyable dinner at a different restaurant in the heart of the city staying far away from the one they had visited the last time. They both ate much more than they should have and Namjoon's wallet was crying and empty, but he could care less. Seokjin looked so happy to be out- the smile of his face was almost blinding as they walked hand in hand down the busy streets. The elder's grip on Namjoon's hand was tight, and he would squeeze his palm every couple of minutes when he laughed, and Namjoon was always quick to return the gesture. The air was light around them, no tension, no uncomfortable silences, only the love they shared that other people walking past them could most likely feel.
Namjoon prided himself on not becoming flustered the entire night, but when Seokjin let his head drop to the taller's shoulder as they walked, he felt his face heating up quick and his heart catch in his throat. Without thinking he unclasped their hands and wrappd his arm around Seokjin's shoulders, holding him gently against his side with a dumb smile on his face. He could vaguely hear a hum of satisifaction from Seokjin, barely noticing that an arm was now settled around his waist. All he could focus on was the sheer happiness he felt bubbling in his stomach from being with Seokjin like this. No matter how many times they kissed, slept over, went on small dates, Namjoon always felt lucky and overwhelmingly happy to be with him. There was no better feeling in the world.
But, all good things must come to an end.
It must have only been twenty minutes that they had been walking, coming to a quieter part of the city. They walked through a square with a large fountain in the center, slightly wet benches surrounding the pool. It was a beautiful little corner of town, street lights reflecting on the gently running water, making it sparkle as it collected at the base. The couple approached the fountain, intending to sit for a minute or two before continuing on. But dear Namjoon, clumsy as ever, didn't quite follow through with the plan.
"It's beautiful," Seokjin murmured, smiling gently at the fountain. He'd seen it before, but it was entirely different to be here at night with the man he loved. It all felt different, so much better.
"Yeah, you are," was the younger's cheesy response, an equally cheesy smile playing upon his lips.
"You sound like me," Seokjin laughed at the other, giving him a small squeeze as the drew closer to the water. Then, out of absolutely nowhere, Namjoon tripped over his own two feet. No untied shoelace, no object on the ground, it was his own body that sent him lurching forward and falling against Seokjin. The elder wasn't prepared in the slighest for Namjoon to begin flailing, so he took a few unstable steps back, until the backs of legs hit the stone behind him and all of the sudden he was soaking wet.
"Jesus," Namjoon said grumpily, not nocticing that Seokjin was no longer standing next to him, "what the hell is wrong with me- Seokjin?" He looked up and around him, and he swore he nearly had a heart attack when he saw his boyfriend sitting upright in the middle of the fountain, completely drenched from head to toe.
He'd knocked his boyfriend over into a fountain. Fucking perfect, Namjoon.
"Oh my god are you okay?" Namjoon scrambled to get up, running over to the side of the fountain so fast he nearly fell in himself, "jesus- baby I'm sorry- holy shit- are you okay?" Questions came spillling out of his mouth as he reached forward, taking the elder's hands in his own and helping him up.
"You've gotta be kidding me," Seokjin whined, staring down at his ruined outfit. He really loved this red suit, "the hell was that Namjoon?"
The man winced at Seokjin's expressionn watching as he struggled to get up and out of the water. He was shivering, completely soaked and Namjoon wanted to drown himself.
"I'm so sorry," he repeated, "I have no idea what that was- god I'm sorry."
"You're ridiculous," Seokjin shook his head, standing with his arms out at an awkward angle to try and get ride of the sticky feeling of his clothes plastered against him, "I can't belive that just happened." Namjoon might have been worried for his own safty had his voice not had a lilt of affection still laced within it. Seokjin wasn't really mad at him, it wasn't like he did that on purpose. It was more shock that he had actually just fallen into a damn fountain.
"Oh my god you're shivering, come on we can go back to my dorm and I'll get you dry clothe- oh god," Namjoon was fretting over him, taking off his own blazer and throwing it over the man's shoulders to try and keep him just a little warm. Seokjin didn't have any time to respond before he was being dragged off towards the university campus, and he really hoped Namjoon didn't see the small smile on his lips. Sure, this wasn't an ideal situation, but it was so utterly Namjoon that he couldn't help but laugh.
...
Once they were back at Namjoon's dorm the younger had thrown him a white t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. Being the same height meant the clothes should fit well enough- at least enough for him to be comfortable in now. Seokjin bit his lip as he was given the clothes, trying to ignore the happy butterflies in his stomach, knowing he was wearing his boyfriend's clothes. They smelled just like him, and he could have sworn the t-shirt was warmer than anything else he'd ever worn. They were just a little bit big on him, but that made them all the more comfortable, and he quickly realized that he adored wearing Namjoon's clothes. He was going to have to do this more often.
"Here's a blanket," Namjoon said the moment he was done changing. He did his best not to freak out at how cute Seokjin was in his pajamas- now was not the time to make a fuss over how much he loved him. "Do you want me to make some teaor something? Hot chocolate? Are you still cold?
"I'm alright, love," Seokjin laughed, wrapping the blanket around himself and holding it close. The two of them stared at each other for a moment, waiting for the other to speak up. Slowly, Namjoon's expression became guilty, and Seokjin knew exactly what was coming.
“I’m sorry,” Namjoon mumbled sheepishly, wrapping another blanket around his broad shoulders for good measure, “I wanted to give you at least one good date.”
The pout on his lips must have been intense, because Seokjin’s eyes softened instantly, giving his boyfriend a tender look. He didn't want Namjoon to beat himself up about this- the entire situation was pretty hilarious now that he wasn't drenched anymore.
“Don’t be sorry,” Seokjin hummed, stepping close to Namjoon and leaning against him.
"I am though," the younger huffed, taking a seat on the edge of the bed with an even larger pout.
"Hey," Seokjin moved to sit next to him, “you’re a clumsy idiot, yeah, but you’re my clumsy idiot. I'm not mad at you.”
“You deserve better than a clumsy idiot though,” Namjoon turned to face him and rubbed his shoulders up and down in an attempt to warm him up some more, “someone who can take you out without everything going horribly wrong.”
“Namjoon,” the elder’s tone was warning, telling him not to go down that road again.
“Sorry,” Namjoon’s voice was uncharacteristically soft and quiet, “still messing up.”
“Kim Namjoon." Seokjin sighed heavily when the other flinched, closing his eyes slowly. He hated to hear Namjoon being so hard on himself for something so small, something that Seokjin knew he shouldn't be apologizing for. He wished Namjoon could see that not everything he did was bad, nor was he responsible for every mistake. “You want to know the truth?” Seokjin asked, taking the other’s hand in both of his own and squeezing, “I really don’t care that it was 'ruined', I'm still happy."
“Hm?”
“I’ve told you this before- your clumsiness, how much of an utter dork you are- I love it all. It’s why I fell in love with you.”
“But-”
“Because you’re also incredibly smart. You’re caring, you’re sweet, you’re passionate and dedicated, and I love all of you. I don't care if you make dumb mistakes or if you trip over your own feet, I'm in love with you and nothing's going to change that. Not some stupid accident, not anything. I love you.”
Namjoon was silent for a moment, letting Seokjin’s words sink in. This was the first time he had really said any of us this out loud, and it was doing funny things to his heart to hear it rather than read it. Of course Seokjin had said 'I love you' multiple times, but his voice was never this heavy with emotion, and Namjoon had never seen so much adoration is his eyes. He felt his heart swell and flip flop in his chest at the same time, struggling to breathe properly through all the emotions surging through his chest. But he didn't have time to recover, because Seokjin wasn't done.
“So I don’t care if out fancy dates don’t work out or whatever, because all that matters to me at the end of the day is that I’m with you,” Seokjin concluded, circling his arms around Namjoon’s torso, cheek squished against his shoulder, “that’s all I want.”
Namjoon’s face burnt bright red at the sweet action, and without thinking he returned the hug, nose in the elder’s.
“I just want you to be happy,” he mumbled, “make you feel special n’ stuff.”
“You do,” Seokjin kissed the skin of Namjoon’s neck that he could reach, “every day.”
The younger smiled against him, pulling him closer against his chest. He couldn’t quite find the words to express the soaring of his heart, how Seokjin’s words had erased his doubts and melted away the insecurity surrounding the night.
“Even if you’re pushing me into fountains, I know you love me.”
“Hey!” Namjoon spluttered, pulling back with a wide grin, “I didn’t push you.”
“Kinda did.”
“ Did not!”
Seokjin laughed at the childish response, unable to stop himself from rubbing his nose against Namjoon’s affectionately.
“I love you so much,” he giggled, pressing a quick kiss against his lips.
“Love you too, baby.”
With a happy hum, Seokjin cupped Namjoon’s face gently, bringing them closer together. With slowly closing eyes he kissed the other softly, lovingly, savoring the feeling of their lips being connected like this. He smiled just slightly when Namjoon returned it immediately, arms squeezing the elder as he tilted his head, wanting more. Namjoon couldn't get enough of him, he never could, and he hoped the kiss conveyed just how much he wanted to be closer. How much he loved him and appreciated him.
"I love you," Namjoon whispered between heavy kisses, "so much."
Seokjin hummed against the other's lips, kissing him just a bit more forcefully, passionately. It was almost as if he wanted to imprint Namjoon's lips on his own, to kiss him forever and never let go. But Seokjin thought that was exactly what he wanted, to always be like this with Namjoon. With that, he kissed him harder, scooting closer to feel more of him.
Namjoon's heart pounded against his ribs, so much so that he could hear his heartbeat echoing in his head. His limbs felt weak but so warm, and everytime Seokjin moved his lips Namjoon swore he was seeing stars. There was no way he could ever explain how happy he was to be like this, to be able to kiss Seokjin and to know that Seokjin loved him. He truly hoped this could last forever.
"Love you too," Seokjin breathed out, finally breaking the kiss to catch his breathe. His lips were red, slightly puffy from the kiss and Namjoon couldn't have thought it was more beautiful. His face broke out into a bright grin, forehead resting against the elder's and noses brushing against each other. "Hate to ruin the moment," Seokjin said after a moment, "but I have to tell everyone what you did to me."
"Do you have to?" Namjoon whined, "Yoongi will never let me live that down."
"Exactly," Seokjin laughed, reaching across the bed for his phone but keeping one arm around Namjoon.
[ice cream gays]
modelstatus: U GUYS ARE NEVER GONNA BELIEVE WHAT NAMJOON DID TO ME
modelstatus: I'M IN AN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP
lovebugjoon: oH mY gOD It Was An ACcIdEnt
modelstatus: HM
taetae: omg what did he do
whippedkookie: tell us tell us tells us
lovebugjoon: no pls have mercy
modelstatus: he pushed me into a fountain
hopefulsprite: REAL TEARS
lovebugjoon: I DIDN'T PUSH YOU I TRIPPED OMG
taetae: OH MY GOD NAMJOON RIP
taetae: HOW DID U DO THAT
modelstatus: DEADASS FELL OVER HIS OWN TWO FEET AND PUSHED ME IN
sleepysuga: namjoon you had one job
sleepysuga: i rlly thought you were gonna be able to do it this time
lovebugjoon: L I S T E N
modelstatus: omg wait
[modelstatus changed their name to fountjin]
fountjin: GET IT
fountjin: FOUNTJIN SOUNDS LIKE FOUNTAIn
fountjin: BUTS IT MY NAME
whippedkookie: hyung stop
fountjin: :D
lovebugjoon: suddenly i'm glad you fell in
fountjin: D:
lovebugjoon: no!! because uh
lovebugjoon: b/c i did you were able to make that adorable pun
fountjin: oh,,,,
fountjin: <3
sleepysuga: nice save
cuddlymochi: WAIT I'M SORRY I JUST GOT HERE NAMJOON RLLY PUSHED YOU INTO A FOUNTAIN??
fountjin: YES
cuddlymochi: MY LUNGS OMG
cuddlymochi: RIP THAT DATE
lovebugjoon: i tried okay
lovebugjoon: now if you'll excuse us i'm gonna go cuddle the hell out of him
taetae: SHOO GO BE DOMESTIC WITH YOUR FOUNTAIN BOYFRIEND
hopefulsprite: W A I T
hopefulsprite: IMPORTANT QUESTION
fountjin: wut
hopefulsprite: was it a fountain of sprite
fountjin: go to sleep
whippedkookie: lollll
While their phones continued to buzz, Namjoon kept his promise and pulled Seokjin against him, flopping down against the pillows. The elder let out a small squeak at being pulled back, but smiled almost instantly. He wasn't intially planning on sleeping over, but now that he was here he wasn't planning on going anywhere.
"Do you have a morning class tomorrow?" He murmured, his voice already sounding sleepy.
"Yeah," Namjoon shifted so he was flat on his back, Seokjin's head resting againt his chest, "music comp at ten."
Seokjin let out a disappointed whine, snuggling up against Namjoon's side as if to prevent him from leaving. That was plenty of time to sleep in and cuddle, but he really wanted Namjoon to himself for the whole day. Well, he wanted Namjoon to himself all day everyday.
"Okay," he pouted, throwing an arm over his stomach and pulling himself closer. He undid one of the blankets that was still around his shoulders and threw it over Namjoon, too lazy to get under the actual covers, "I'm staying here until the very last minute though," he huffed, pressing his cheek against the other's shoulder until he couldn't possibly get any closer.
"Good," Namjoon chuckled tiredly, turning his face so that his nose rested against Seokjin's hair, his hand finding the one that Seokjin had thrown over his body. His other arm stayed circled around Seokjin, holding him close and keep him warm. He wished they could stay like this forever, curled up against each other with nothing else to worry about. Just him and Seokjin, all cozy and...very tired.
"G'night," Seokjin mumbled through a yawn, nuzzling against his shoulder, "I had fun tonight, thank you," he added quietly, eyes already slipping shut.
"I'm glad," were the last words Namjoon spoke before passing out, Seokjin's body warm against his own.
.
.
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[sleepysuga, cuddlymochi chat]
sleepysuga: do you think it even occured to him that i wasn't home
cuddlymochi: lmao probably not
cuddlymochi: where are u anyway
sleepysuga: sigh
[sleepysuga added hopefulsprite ]
sleepysuga: hoseok where am i
hopefulsprite: in captivity
cuddlymochi: excuse me
hopefulsprite: he's on my couch
sleepysuga: i was forced into this
cuddlymochi; omg want me to come save you
sleepysuga: please
cuddlymochi: omw
cuddlymochi: also hobi you're cuddling with us tonight okay
hopefulsprite: rEALLY??
sleepysuga: why
cuddlymochi: beucase he gives good hugs and he's warm
cuddlymochi: if we're gonna be living together next year better start getting used to it
hopefulsprite: I LUV YOU JIMINE <3
cuddlymochi: if ur gonna third wheel do it in style
cuddlymochi: i call the middle
sleepysuga: but i don't want to share you
hopefulsprite: sucks
cuddlymochi: ^
sleepysuga: s i g h